“Oh, gah, I’ve been slimed. (Jericho)It’s not slime. It’s a baby kiss. (Delphine)It's slime. (Zarek)”

“Then Olympus it is. But do try to behave. I know it’s hard for you, but… (Delphine)I won’t piss on the floor. (Jericho)It’s not the floor I’m worried about. It’s their cornflakes. (Delphine)”

“Looks like I’ll be the one babysitting you all. (Jericho)It’s okay, sweetie. I make a mean Band-aid. (Delphine)”

“Hey!" Sam snapped, ducking the sticky shrapnel. "Keep your snot to yourself."Dev scoffed at that. "Oh, so now you don't want to touch me, huh?" He tsked. "What is it with women? the instant you put a little slime on them, they get squeamish and have no more use for you.”

“We have a Daimon walk into the bar in broad daylight, and now a demon sliming Dev. I don´t know about you, but that doesn´t seem coincidental to me.”“I agree. Snot funny.”

“Don’t touch me, Daimon. You’re not worthy. (Kessar)Up yours, asshole. I don’t want the Sumerian slime pit stench on me anyway. Take your girlfriends and get the hell out of our casino. (Damien)”

“Why would you do that? (Delphine)Why do you think? (Jericho)Because I’m a bossy hag and you’d rather be enslaved to a man you hate than deal with me. (Delphine)You know…you’re not funny. (Jericho)I think I’m hysterical. (Delphine)”